κρύο (krýo)

Next morning the plan to cross to Sphacteria by ferry was quickly abandoned.

… peaceful Pylos was transformed. We were woken by huge waves rushing past our balcony.

The little boat was valiantly making its way across the bay but you could hardly see it in the troughs. We decided to give it a miss and drove on to King Nestor’s palace.

We were both impressed by the way Anos Englianos was presented. The site, like most Bronze Age sites, was on a height amongst olive groves. (The archaeologist, Carl Blegen, asked himself where he would put a palace - and promptly found it.) There was a tholos tomb and the unreconstructed palace. The palace bath was still in situ. The whole palace area was protected by a giant corrugated iron roof that, on that day, was threatening to lift off in the gale. Lyn finally got to check out growing olives and discovered that they were “bitter” when raw.

in rain to Olympia where most things were shut - including hotels. After checking out 5 different hotels we settled into one where the lady, realising it was “kryo” and the heat didn’t come on until 6.00 pm, brought us extra blankets. We had a cup of tea and then I returned to sleep in this wet dismal afternoon and Leon went to the museum.

Most of the town was closed, including the museum, but I found a great bookshop. Returning to the hotel I found it closed for the afternoon. I was forced to rouse a sleeping Lyn by shouting from outside. The alternative was freezing to death!